Cheryl Strayed spontaneously decides to hike the Pacific Coast Trail alone after spotting a guidebook at the register of the local REI. Poorly prepared for such a trip she ends up hitchhiking large portions along the edge of the trail because of her ill-fitting hiking boots. Several chapters deal exclusively with the retched hiking boots.
Any woman hiking alone might become anxious when meeting male hikers. This one describes in detail every meeting by first detailing her fears of rape. When she finally deems the men safe, she launches into a complete hair and ab report while contemplating sex with them. This was an extremely tedious theme throughout the story.
Midway through her trip while hitchhiking she meets a reporter writing a story about Travelers. He suggests she is a hobo and the incredulously named Strayed refuses to accept the title, even though she had no money, no home address or anyone who missed her. This sounds frighteningly like a vagrant to me.
Throughout the story, she tries to persuade the reader that she is a born writer but her best description for scenery she traveled through is vast and beautiful. The book includes scintillating dialog like: “He said, “wow” and then I said, “wow”” and many other conversations just as thrilling as this. I can’t wait for the movie.
The story is a mash-up of the beginning of Eat, Pray, Love replete with its unexplained marital abandonment, bits of Into the Wild and the end perhaps taken from Dora the Explorer where after abandoning most of her journey she is inexplicably dubbed Queen of the PCT. Is it a travel guide, autobiography or Fifty Shades of Green? I don’t know and I don’t care – just please don’t write a sequel!